A Sonnet

Blue Moon

Clouds part revealing the moon’s reflection
On a calm pond in the still of the night
Two young lovers stare past night’s perfection
Finding comfort in each other’s sight
A deer wanders to the edge of the pond
Alone he creeps dipping his head to drink
Ripples distort the moon, breaking the bond
Between peace and chaos which keeps love in synch
The silent boy and girl lie unaware
Of the poised deer drinking under the moon
The deer sulks away ignoring the pair
Holding each other tight the lovers, they swoon
The lovers stay under the moon’s tight embrace
Ignoring the wonders of nature’s vast space

An Ode

Ode to Kindness

To be kind is a wonderful thing
But some people forget how

It was raining
Dark shadows glide by under street lights
There was a small child
He was holding an umbrella
And waiting at an abandoned corner
With an aggravated scream and a doors slam
A woman appeared
She had no cover from the rain
Drops splashed on her bare arms
Soaking her hair
Grudgingly she sunk to the corner
Crossed arms held some warmth to her body
The boy looked up
Then he reached his small arm out to her
Offering his umbrella
She glared down at him
But upon looking into his eyes
She was filled with a sensation of warmth
She took the umbrella
And they stood there together
Huddled close
The women had seen a glowing kindness
In the little boy’s eyes

To be kind is a wonderful thing
Sometimes people forget how
But there is always someone waiting to remind

A Color Poem- Edited

Arizona- Kings of Leon

Orange waves splash on a beach made of sound,
Tumbling over each other like puffy peach clouds sailing in the sky
It’s all he ever needed, all he ever wanted

He wades into the ocean. At sunset the blood orange sun drowns in the water
Worlds reflect onto the tumbling waves, each holding their own illusion
Now he’s too dumb to surrender and cannot find it in himself to turn back
He’s been pulled under, washed my orange currents of sound

It’s a whole new place under the rosy tide
He swims past arching slopes peaking in clouds of frothy foam
Deep underwater pools catch their golden reflections

Too drunk to remember, too drunk to, he drifts through orange pockets of sound
When suddenly he surfaces and again wades in the spray of flying mist
He tastes something awful, hates when that happens

Fading light dims the sky, vague shapes poke out in the clouds
Turning to vibrant blasts of bright, exploding in the night

A Narrative

Dancing in the Puddles

It was like a dream, at five am

My shut eyes see the black thickness of the storm roll in
like the blanket tucked tight around me, keeping me warm

Hearing the loud horn of my alarm and the rain outside
I try to come out of my sleepy haze

The rain pours down, creating longer shadows
than those already present in the early morning glow

Outside I see light dance in the streets
Greens and yellows join hands to splash in the puddles

Venturing out in the thundering downpour
I race to the car, getting hit with buckets of water on my way

The car veers down a hill and around a tight corner,
tires scarcely clinging to the slick pavement

Under a bridge more lights dance
Reds and blues swirl in reflections of the fading night

There is a car on its side, swells of water lapping at it
As if the waters had never tasted human sorrow

Waiting to wake from this dream, reality slowly comes back to me

And as we leave the tunnel I watch the orange light
dancing in the puddles


Dream's Perspective-

The night carries on as normal
Floating images caress you as you drift with me

Booms and cracks from outside
Threaten to take you away from me

You hate leaving me and so when you wake
You can’t fully let go

And I hold on tight to your haze
Promising not to give up this fight

The dark rain outside your window helps me
Creating shadows in the early morning glow

You see splashing lights on the slick street
And think you are still with me

Images you see are twisted
Caught in my web, guiding away from reality

You can’t tell if what you are seeing is real
Or a dream

I have won


Light's Perspective-

Finally it was the perfect night
The rain was thundering down, enough to fill the ocean
We wait constantly for nights like this
Nights where we can leak out from our lamps
Spilling into the streets
We dance
Gliding across the slick streets
Joining hands in a celebration of light
But the rain also brings sadness
A car on its side allows more of us to creep out of hiding
Reds and blues join with the greens and yellows
Sliding and gliding and dancing in the street

A Color Poem

Arizona- Kings of Leon

Orange waves splash on a beach made of sound,
Tumbling over each other like puffy peach clouds sailing in the sky
It’s all he ever needed, all he ever wanted

He wades into the ocean at sunset, the orange sun drowning in the water below
Reflecting worlds onto the tumbling waves
Now he’s too dumb to surrender and cannot find it in himself to turn back
He’s been pulled under, washed my orange currents of sound

It’s a whole new place under the orange tide
He swims past orange slopes peaking in the clouds of frothy foam
That reflect in deep underwater pools of orange light

Too drunk to remember, too drunk to, he drifts through orange pockets of sound
When suddenly he surfaces and again wades in the orange spray of flying mist
He tastes something awful, hates when that happens

Fading light dims the sky, vague shapes poke out in the clouds
Turning to vibrant blasts of orange, exploding in the night